reckon he'd aim to go where she was? - i said get! - all right, i'm getting. no use getting mad about it. keep a civil tongue in your head. that's no way to talk to an old man. huh. [suspenseful music] ♪ - don't shoot. please, mister. - there was an old prospector in your store today. - i didn't tell him anything, so help me. - why not? - well, i--i don't know anything. - you don't know who killed pete ramirez? - no, i don't. - you sure? - i don't know who killed him. - then what could you have told that old prospector but didn't? [gun cocks] - all right. about the dynamite. - dynamite? - there. you got it out of me. cassidy sent you to find out if you could. tell him i never asked to handle the gol-darn stuff. mr. kilgore ordered it. why can't he order things like that right there in his own town, right there in brasada? what's all the big secret about? [dramatic music] ♪ [drumming] ♪ - tonto, those drums are summoning the tribes to war. - that plenty bad, kemo sabay. ranchers talk war all time. indians make ready. soon war start, and they fight, fight. - not if we can stop them.